"While the engine was heating he carresed the leather steering wheel with his hairy hands, he never dreamt of having her like this. The red and white stiching was seducing him, the smell of the alcantara was making him sweat. He put his hand on the cold metal AC switch and turned it on like she turned him on. Breathing cold air into his lungs made him crazy. He gripped the steering wheel and put his hand on the long hard gear lever. He slowly pushed it left and forward, she liked it, it was her first time. He gently pushed the pedal, he felt the rev in his spine, he liked it, he wanted more. He put it in launch control, revved to 4000 and there he went. It was wild, she was always on the apex of the turn, her back went loose but he liked it that way, it made him feel like a real man. One second later he could not resist anymore, it had to happend, her back slipped, he could not recover. One moment later he hit the wall, broken glass everywhere. Then he woke up in his Rover, it was a dream"
This was merely a fragment of "50 shades of Rosso" written by Enzo Ferrari.